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taxonomites2010-06-23 10:46 pm
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Mal slowly opens his eyes, only to be greeted by a blurred mess of metallic colors. No exciting colors, no outstanding landmarks. His vision clears, and he sees that he’s in a circular chamber. Only problem is, he’s never seen this chamber before before. He sits up in a rush, and wildly looks around him, taking in the plain, undecorated room.
His hand instinctively goes to his waist, where he gropes around in a fruitless search for his gun. But it’s not there, and he shivers involuntarily, not liking being unarmed. He glances at his wrist, where there’s a bracelet that’s been fused to his arm. How did that get there? It wasn’t there before…
Something doesn’t feel right about this – his normal clothes are gone, his weapon is nowhere to be found, and he has no idea where in the ruttin’ universe he is. He thinks maybe a job went wrong, and he ended up stranded somewhere, but that doesn’t explain the foggy quality of his memories.
Suddenly, his confused train of thought is interrupted by the unexpected sound of voices coming from nowhere, which causes him to jump. He does a half turn, and reaches over in the direction the voices came from.
...
It’s some form of communication device. That’s the best that he can tell, just from looking at it. A string of jumbled Chinese curse words leaves his mouth as he pokes at some of the buttons and the screen on the object. He pulls his hand away slowly, deciding that the object is harmless enough. “Well, ain’t this a nice development,” he grumbles. “I’m gonna have to find out who put this bracelet on me and make them take them off. I don’t need jewelry, I need to find out where I am and how to get back to my ship.”
That being said, Mal stands up and looks around him for a few seconds. He sees nothing worth commenting on, except for the device and the occasional odd pillar. This place doesn’t look too out of the ordinary, though he’s definitely never seen it before. There might be a secret to it or something. He moves over to sit down with his back against the nearest wall, and waits for someone to come along and explain exactly what’s going on.
His hand instinctively goes to his waist, where he gropes around in a fruitless search for his gun. But it’s not there, and he shivers involuntarily, not liking being unarmed. He glances at his wrist, where there’s a bracelet that’s been fused to his arm. How did that get there? It wasn’t there before…
Something doesn’t feel right about this – his normal clothes are gone, his weapon is nowhere to be found, and he has no idea where in the ruttin’ universe he is. He thinks maybe a job went wrong, and he ended up stranded somewhere, but that doesn’t explain the foggy quality of his memories.
Suddenly, his confused train of thought is interrupted by the unexpected sound of voices coming from nowhere, which causes him to jump. He does a half turn, and reaches over in the direction the voices came from.
...
It’s some form of communication device. That’s the best that he can tell, just from looking at it. A string of jumbled Chinese curse words leaves his mouth as he pokes at some of the buttons and the screen on the object. He pulls his hand away slowly, deciding that the object is harmless enough. “Well, ain’t this a nice development,” he grumbles. “I’m gonna have to find out who put this bracelet on me and make them take them off. I don’t need jewelry, I need to find out where I am and how to get back to my ship.”
That being said, Mal stands up and looks around him for a few seconds. He sees nothing worth commenting on, except for the device and the occasional odd pillar. This place doesn’t look too out of the ordinary, though he’s definitely never seen it before. There might be a secret to it or something. He moves over to sit down with his back against the nearest wall, and waits for someone to come along and explain exactly what’s going on.
[ Visual ]
He listens carefully to her description of the hatches, figuring that they must be pretty important. "Sounds like a fascinatin' piece of work. So, you tell me the things you need and I'll get 'em for you." Got to stay active, as well as useful to people, especially in a situation like the one they're in.
Mal just shrugs in response to her offer. He's not sure if he wants the company, or if he even wants to see the place where he grew up. It's a complicated issue (or at least Mal thinks it is), and he hates complicated issues. "If you feel like comin' along, ain't gonna stop you," he says, finally, after deliberating over the matter. "I just figure you'd want to stay where you are, what with the business of the world comin' to an end."
[ Visual ]
"I'll send ya a list, soon as I've got it all figured." The more people in on this, the better. "If it comes to it, I'll even loan you the credits for the parts. Really, it's just a matter of time. Some things got limited, other things ain't exactly right and need reworkin' or puttin' together."
Oh Mal, don't be like that. "Might not hurt to check it for anythin' we might be able to use for this world endin' thing," Kaylee replies, "but if you'd rather go it alone I ain't gonna stop ya."
[ Visual ]
"Xie xie, mèimei. Soon as you can get that put together, I'll get goin' right away." But there is one thing that's worrying him. "Don't worry about rushin'. I'm thinkin' you must got a list a mile long of things you're tryin' to see to."
All of his protestations aside, he really doesn't want to go there alone. If Zoe were here, he'd just ask her, but since she isn't and Kaylee is... Well, he trusts her as much as he trusts Zoe, and so he says, "If you're gonna put it that way, then I suppose it couldn't hurt. Might be a few things that'll be useful to you."